Zhao Changhe held a gourd like a topaz and sat cross-legged among the ruins of Poison Forest City.

The poisonous fog around him slowly poured into the gourd in his hand like a stream of water. He himself was also shrouded by a layer of light spreading out of the gourd. If ordinary monsters contacted them for ten seconds, they would be poisoned to death, but they were not damaged at all.

With the influx of poisonous gas, the faint spirituality contained in the gourd in Zhao Changhe's hand is growing at an extremely slow rate.

"According to this speed, it would probably take two months for my Huangquan Gourd to transform and upgrade to the magic weapon level! Damn, if Fang Cheng hadn't snatched the Huangquan Gourd that I had spent a lot of materials and worked hard to refine, why would I have to collect poison gas here and wait for the slow growth of the broken gourd. Moreover, I may be attacked by someone who is unknown in the poisonous fog at any time. Damn, it would be enough for someone to rob me of this broken place!"

Holding the gourd in his hand, Zhao Changhe's face turned gloomy as water, and the resentment in his heart was about to emanate from his body.

Losing his identity as a true disciple and being demoted to an inner disciple, what he lost is not just one identity, but also countless resources of the sect.

Without resources, the joint progress will fall apart, and all of his subordinates abandoned him. Zhao Changhe fell from the sky to the eighteenth floor underground!

It took him more than a month to relieve this psychological gap. In the absence of resources, Zhao Changhe had to follow the others to come to this frontline area and rely on his own labor to exchange for cultivation resources.

Because his only magic weapon, Huangquan Gourd, was taken away, Zhao Changhe's strength was greatly reduced, so he refined a new Huangquan Gourd. However, he did not have as good resources as before. The materials he used could only be said to be top-grade and could not be considered top-grade, so he only refined a Huangquan Gourd at the level of the highest spiritual weapon.

If the best spiritual weapon is in the hands of ordinary casual cultivators, it is an amazing treasure. Even cultivators from ordinary sects have to hide it well and dare not take it out easily.

However, Zhao Changhe, who once held countless resources and had a magic weapon, was very dissatisfied.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough to find this ruin when he was killing monsters in the Voodoo Forest. It is said that it was the place where several powerful Nascent Souls fought. It was covered with toxic fog that could not be clearly seen, and no one dared to approach it.

However, he knew that his Huangquan gourd could absorb poison gas and increase spirituality!

Therefore, this place is regarded as a treasure land, and I come to absorb poisonous fog every day with gourds. In this way, it has been more than a month.

However, this poisonous fog ruin that no one dares to enter is hidden in it. There is a powerful monk who regards the poisonous fog as air and is completely unaffected and can even control the poisonous fog.

After finding that he had been constantly absorbing poisonous fog, he chased Zhao Changhe several times, almost killed him. If that person hadn't never left the ruins of this poisonous fog, Zhao Changhe would have become a dead bone long ago.

However, even so, with the intimidation of that person, Zhao Changhe did not dare to go deep into the poisonous fog, and only dared to absorb some in the marginal areas. Moreover, if he couldn't suck it for a long time, he would be discovered by that person.

Suddenly, a long sound of birds cries sounded in front of him. Zhao Changhe suddenly panicked, quickly took over the Yellow Spring Gourd and walked outside the poisonous fog.

The long sound was a simple formation he set up, which served as a warning.

Once the sound sounds, it means that an external object has invaded the range of the formation. And in this terrifying poisonous mist, there is only that creature.

Zhao Changhe did not go too far into the poisonous fog, only fifty feet away. With his cultivation level, if he escaped with all his strength, he could say that he ran out in a blink of an eye. But then he found that the person who triggered his formation did not chase him quickly like before.

"What's going on..."

Before he could figure this out, he felt a familiar breath inside the poisonous fog.

"This is!!"

Zhao Changhe suddenly widened his eyes, and the blood in his heart rushed to his face, and he shouted in a low voice: "Yellow Spring Gourd!"

It is not the defective product in your hand that is made of some garbage materials, but the real magic weapon made of the best materials that you have accumulated over the years - Huangquan Gourd!

That is the magic weapon that was refined little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little, then experimented again and again, and finally refined.

There will definitely be no mistake!

Zhao Changhe was almost lost his rationality for a moment. Fortunately, he knew that this poisonous fog was not something he could enter casually. He immediately activated the Yellow Spring Gourd in his hand, protected himself with a layer of light, and rushed in directly.

In a blink of an eye, I returned to the place where I had just absorbed the poisonous fog. There, a small purple gourd floated in the air, slowly absorbing the poisonous fog around me.

That's right, it's it!

Yellow Spring Gourd!

The whole purple shell made of purple jadeite heart, the pattern that is carved with dragon blood ink, which will never appear normally, and the plug made of Qi-sealing divine wood that can perfectly cover up the breath...

Every part of this gourd was carefully thought out and created carefully by oneself.

It is not just a magic weapon for killing people, but also a perfect work of art!

"My Yellow Spring Gourd is back!"

Zhao Changhe reached out and grabbed the Huangquan gourd directly in his hand. He stroked the glorious outer skin of the gourd, and tears were almost falling.

"Um?"

On the other side, Fang Cheng, who was waiting for the Huangquan gourd, suddenly felt that his magic weapon had been taken away.

"In the poisonous fog, someone?"

He was puzzled. There was actually life in such a poisonous fog? You must know that the Yellow Spring Gourd has entered for a long time. I guess where he is, in the depths of the poisonous fog, who can break into a place as deep as the poisonous fog?

It should be noted that although this poison is very harmful to people with high cultivation, it cannot be killed or driven away. This characteristic is enough to make this poison a nightmare for anyone.

"No matter who it is, don't want to steal my stuff."

Fang Cheng thought about it, and a purple poisonous gas suddenly appeared in the Yellow Spring gourd far away in Zhao Changhe's hand.

Zhao Changhe was shocked and said in a panic: "What? How could the Yellow Spring Gourd be... Yes, it's Fang Cheng, that guy is nearby!"

He held the Huangquan gourd tightly in his hand, and an extreme hatred appeared in his eyes.

Sizzle!

A slight sound came out. Zhao Changhe looked down and saw that the protective light on his body was corroded by the purple poisonous gas. In a blink of an eye, there was only a thin layer left.

It is also the Yellow Spring Gourd, how could the best spiritual weapon be the opponent of magic weapons?

Zhao Changhe himself knew very well about the power of the magic weapon Huangquan gourd, and he was so scared that he quickly let go.

After letting go, the magic weapon Huangquan gourd flew away and disappeared into the poisonous fog in a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!